Feeling Cold

I still feel like writing. This coldness brought with the rain only keeps me kicking harder. Okay, the dark just cloaks my surrounding now. 

To tell you the truth, I got nothing to say right now—I guess. But just can't stop my eager fingers from writing for more. They're just so athirst of it. So whatever I write in here must be out of my random thoughts then. 

I am feeling cold. That's how I really feel at the very moment. Not only feeling cold physically but emotionally too. I don't know how exactly I got this kind of feeling. Could this be caused by the sullen weather alone? Or could there be more than that which I've never even noticed a bit from the start? "You should have known!" I could clearly hear my inner self.

So what could be the reason, or should I say "reasons"? There should be at least one. But I think I'm not in the spirit to explore my inner being for now. I just know that could be unfathomable. Also, I'm afraid I might only rediscover my olden past filled with pains, sorrow and grief!

Call me coward if you want! Or any adjective you think I am. But what can I do? I'm just so human sometimes—weak and vulnerable.

My fighting character is just so sober right off. And now I feel so slumberous. I believe it's time for me to give myself a rest. (Yawn) I'm hungry.

Until then!